Tarquin
HP 38/38
Conditions - none

An appreciative whistle slides through the Wizard's lips.
"Don't see many o' those about. Real ones at any rate. Know a fella would pay a pretty coin or three to get 'is hands on one". There's a brief pause as the owl settles on Tarquin's shoulder.

"'e's a scumbag tho, so I'd steer clear.
Need an'and? We've got business this way and could 'elp you make room"